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The special train snaked down the eastern slopes of the green Sierra, its engine backing slowly around the hairpin curves and through the snowsheds. It stopped briefly at Truckee, rolled on across the Nevada line to Reno, on to the Southern Pacific division point at Sparks. As darkness fell, the train picked up speed, racing along the alkali sinks of the bare Nevada countryside.
In his private car (the Aleutian), California's Governor Earl Warren, a man noted for his hearty friendliness, chatted with newsmen, read some pages of Winston Churchill's The...
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